Saturday morning dawned soggy and gray, and Michael Launder, 17, from Albion, New York, and his friend, Billy, hitched a ride on the trunk of a car covered in people. “There were about eight guys inside and another five or six sitting on the hood and trunk, so we just jumped on,” says Launder. “When we finally reached the festival, it was very surprising to see the state troopers with their ‘Smokey’ hats off, hanging with the rest of us.”►

We’ve looked back at the troubling news of the day and songs and albums that marked 1968. In this, the final installment of our rewind to 1968, we check out the musical schizophrenia that existed in the "popular" music of the day. Plus, we take a look back at the #1 songs and albums of 1968 on each side of the pond of that year. ►